The Temptation Trap

I was bored last night and went for a surf on Amazon. And, by chance, I fell upon a unique item.

A life-size cardboard cut-out of Tom Cruise!

Now me and Tom have had a bit of a thing going on over the duration of this blog. I don't know why - I don't even fancy him. It's just some folks tickle the comedian in me and Tom happens to be one of them.

Yeah, so even though I tried to restrain myself I eventually succumbed to the temptation to leave a review. (Admittedly I didn't try too hard to resist -I am just too shallow.)

Now I know I've failed as a human being and will be damned in the fires of hell for being so cruel but, on the plus side, I'll finally get to meet Tom whilst I'm there because I'm fairly sure that believing in little green men is not okay with Him Upstairs either. We'll be able to hang-out together and he'll be able to regale me with tales of Mission Impossible retakes and how he missed out on a role in Tom Thumb to Danny Devito.

Awesome.

Anyway here's my review:

Short but succinct. Like Tom.

Pronunciation please, Jason!

For an old(ish) gal, I'm still a bit of a pop babe which is why Want To Want Me by Jason Derulo is one of my songs of the moment.

However, I've had a bit of a problem with it. For a while, I was convinced that the first six lines of the lyrics were:

It's too hard to sleep
I got the shits on the floor
Nothing on me
And I can't take it no more

It's a hundred degrees
I got one foot out the door
Where are my keys?
'Cause I gotta leave, yeah

I'll be honest this situation rings quite a few bells with me. And I don't blame him for wanting to get out of his house if he's had the shits and it's a hundred degrees. I have a problem with the shits at normal room temperature.

Also, what normal person wants to sing about having the shits? 

Oh, okay, I wrote about having the shits.  Maybe folks do want to sing about it too.

Hmm... maybe that's what Bridge Over Troubled Waters is about?

Anyway, eventually I realised it's not the "shits" Jason is singing about but "sheets."

I was bit disappointed really. I was beginning to think Jason was a music rebel - turns out he was singing yet another love song. Humph.

Well here's Jason singing Want to Want Me. It's a great funky song and he's a pretty cool dancer so it's great entertainment. I wasn't quite so keen about the young lady sticking her butt in the air all the time like a meerkat on heat though. Give me Dame Shirley Bassey in a full-length gown any day. Now that's what I call classy.

Yet another embarrassing moment for Mrs T

I've recounted a few embarrassing moments on this blog so it may come as no surprise to hear that I've had yet another...

So the other day Mr T dropped me into our local town and arranged to pick me up a short while later outside the library after he had picked up Master Jacob from school. I duly did my shopping and rushed back to the library to see Mr T and Master Jacob parked in our silver-coloured car outside the library as agreed.

I waved at them and rushed into the library to drop off a book and dashed back so not to keep them waiting any longer. However, when I came out, to my annoyance, Mr T was already reversing out of the space. (A few choice words about impatient husbands may have crossed my mind.)

I duly ran over to our car, opened the door and was in the process of hauling my arse into the back seat when a voice piped up;

"Not this car, love."

Yes. That's right. I got into the wrong car. Fortunately, the two blokes in it thought it was very funny and had a good laugh at my expense.

I felt a bit of an arse though. And I had to take back all those naughty thoughts I'd had about Mr T.

Bah humbug.